Chapter 99: Asmir’s Summons

Hiro sighed, not feeling too surprised about it.

If the system made everything so convenient for him, it wouldn't make sense.

Sorting out his thoughts, Hiro figured out his current priorities: Completing Draconia and upgrading his pocket dimension, helping Asmir assimilate the surroundings strongholds and inviting her to join the Unfathomables, and transporting more living creatures into his domain to harvest more faith energy.

These priorities could be both difficult and easy simultaneously, and Hiro could tend to them simultaneously.

After leaving the isolated space and looking around, Hiro noticed that the fuse for internal strife in the stronghold was lit.

With the masters busy with their own fights both outside and inside the stronghold, there wasn't anyone left to uphold the law and order anymore. Find your next read on m_v l|e-NovelFire.net

Demons surrendered to their intrinsic qualities of violence. Touching his chin, Hiro began to count the time.

"I'm on a six-day delay now, can I even make it in time to make some trouble for the great families?"

Since the stronghold wasn't under siege yet, it was a good sign. It means that Hiro had time on his hands, it's just that he didn't know how much time.

"Seems like I can't make use of this chance to make contributions in an open and above-board manner," Hiro rubbed his head.

"So be it, benefits are benefits no matter what happens." Hiro sighed.

After making up his mind, he synchronized with the Daoist character, suppressing his spirit Qi and making use of his physical body to move out.

With his current divine sense, it was easy to sweep the stronghold one district at a time.

During such a chaotic time, it was impossible to hide the fluctuations of his consciousness that moved out like a tide, and it would undoubtedly draw the attention of some powerful beings outside the stronghold.

However, the situation both outside the stronghold and inside Asmir's space was at an impasse, and no one could stop Hiro from acting wantonly.

In minutes, Hiro arrived at his first destination which was the Wilhelm family residence.

With a thought, his consciousness gathered and condensed. Following the principles of the Infinite Sword Matrix, a myriad of invisible swords descended onto the compound.

Phasing through all physical obstructions without leaving a trace, the sword struck down the Wilhelm family members between their brows, and they fell like flies.

Hiro could only rely on his physical strength and the power of his consciousness to act in this situation, as any emissions of energy outside the category of demonic energy weren't ideal.

He wanted to help Asmir, not pin a target on her back. Wanting to revolutionize the demon society was one thing, but to blatantly side with outsiders was another matter altogether.

With that thought in mind, Hiro was ruthless with his actions. Since he couldn't use his innate divine ability—gluttony—to extract demonic energy remotely, Hiro devoured the consciousness of his victims instead.

Who knows, maybe he could raise his consciousness to a level where his clones could act independently one day.

With his divine sense, Hiro could see through almost every corner of the residence. If he couldn't, he would barge inside through brute force.

At this moment, with no powerhouses around to keep him in check, Hiro was unstoppable.

He didn't spare anyone, especially when he found a group of demons in the midst of praying for their ancestors' safe return.

Others might not be able to see it, but Hiro could sense the faith energy revolving around these demons.

As time passed, Hiro started to feel suspicious. "Weird, why can't I find that little guy Zach?"

At this point, Hiro realized that the Wilhelm family might have evacuated during his six days of absence.

Since he didn't have the time to waste, Hiro swept through the other great demon families in the nearby districts.

However, their situation was similar, with the exception of one family. Hiro found many beautiful demons, female demons, holding down the fort.

As his divine sense out, he guessed that this was Paimon's family, mainly because he saw the impostor Third Young Master moving about and giving orders.

While he was lost in thoughts, Hiro felt a tug in his heart and heard a faint sound calling out for him.

To be precise, the voice was calling out to the Planeswalker, his supposed alter ego.

Hiro realized that Asmir's battle must have entered a critical point, and she was asking him to prepare.

Of course, Asmir wouldn't banish herself together with her enemies. If she didn't know about Hiro's ability to bypass the turbulence of space-time or any and all methods of sealing space, she wouldn't have pulled such a stunt.

In return for this favor, she wouldn't mind forming an alliance of sorts with the Unfathomables, promising to take care of "Hiro" in the future.

Of course, from her perspective, the deal was with Sitri the demon under her, and not the Unfathomables.

Hiro told her that he had nine chances to request help from the Unfathomables.

However, he wouldn't tell her how many times he had left to request for help, only that it was sufficient to help her tide over this calamity.

With that in mind, Hiro told her that with the long-distance suppression, he could only be on par with her in strength at most, and only inside an isolated space where the laws of the Demon Realm cannot be utilized.

This was more than enough for Asmir.

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"Give up, Asmir. Let's work together to sustain a channel to the Demon Realm, and I promise to return you to my Master in one piece."

Dawnson's tone was barely keeping calm at the moment. Even with his underlinings holding Asmir back for the past six days, he couldn't make heads or tails from the collision of two dimensions.

The space outside was like a churning twister that couldn't be seen through no matter how he tried.

He couldn't sustain a portal under these circumstances, not all on his own.

Far away, a host of massive creatures were caught in a chaotic battle. Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

A massive whale, a massive fox, a massive black tiger, and a massive fish. Looking into the distance, the torn limbs of a demonic imp scattered, and he lay unconscious in the void.

It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

The light surrounding Asmir's nine tails was dim, and the divine energy on her body fluctuated crazily.

Although Dawnson didn't seem to be in bad shape on the outside, only he knew how exhausted his demonic essence was at the moment, conversely affecting his divine energy.

His subordinates didn't seem in any better condition either. As things stood, it was only a matter of time before all of them lost all energy.

In an isolated space like this one, it was impossible to draw demonic essence from the environment, let alone faith energy to replenish themselves.

They can only spend energy, not the other way around. One unit spent is one unit gone, for good.

Seeing that Asmir ignored him and continued to fight fiercely, taking on attacks only to retaliate with greater ferocity, Dawnson was incensed.

"Since she wants to die so badly, finish her in one blow! Laws are useless here, take advantage of her death to tear an opening in the dimension!" Dawnson decided to be ruthless, deciding to abandon his efforts over the past week.

The moment he stopped communicating with the space, a wave of energy rushed back into his body, the spatial turbulence jolting his internal organs.

A trickle of purplish-black blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, but his livid expression calmed down.

His eyes were deep, gloomy, and cold as his aura began to condense.

"You're dead," Dawnson said those words lightly, but his killing intent almost solidified around his person.

This time, Asmir's body flashed and she retreated decisively. However, Dawnson didn't seem to care.

He wanted to say that it was too late to ask for mercy now since the last channel to the Demon Realm was already lost.

No one could forcefully connect to the realm without paying a heavy price, and he decided to put this price on Asmir's head.

Even if he failed, he would simply refine this dimension at his leisure without any distractions, which is faster than waiting for the fusion to be completed.

However, he didn't expect Asmir's voice to echo out, "This seat agrees to your conditions!"

Dawnson was stunned. What conditions? Didn't you listen to a word I said? It's too late now!

Dawnson was about to speak when something unbelievable happened.

A portal opened next to Asmir. Dawnson couldn't believe his eyes, and he began to doubt himself.

However, a heavy aura exploded out from the portal, accompanied by an unbearable feeling of bloodline suppression.

"M-master…?" Dawnson almost fell to his knees, but he quickly realized that something was amiss.

This feeling wasn't right, but he couldn't put his finger on it. The feeling was there but the essence seemed.. lacking?

While he was lost in thoughts, a young man wreathed in black hellfire stepped out from the portal, a layer of haze concealing his features.

No matter how Dawnson tried, he couldn't see through the mist. However, Dawnson quickly realized that this stranger's face wasn't the issue here.

Rather, what condition was Asmir talking about?